Some things in life you cannot put a price on, it is a joy to discover those things and sometimes those things are people.

The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and I were going into a store to
do some shopping. Her idea, not mine. Halfway to the door, I noticed a
penny on the ground so, being who I am, I bent over to pick up the
penny. It is a habit I picked up the day I was born.
“What are you doing?” My wife gasped, thinking something was wrong.
“I found a penny and I picked it up. Finder's keepers, loser's weepers.”
And I threw a smile in her direction.
She looked at me and said, “What in the world did you do that for?”
“You know what they say, a penny saved is a penny earned.”
“It's just a penny. What in the world can you do with a penny?”
As I stuffed the penny in my pocket, I looked at her and said, “I can
stuff this penny in my pocket.” Then I gave her a sarcastic smile as
wide as the Grand Canyon, but not quite as deep.
She sadly shook her head as we went into the store together. I, one
penny richer and smiling all the way. Pennies usually have that effect
on me.
I know a penny is not worth that much. I just cannot resist picking up a
penny I find on the ground. I guess it is that Pennsylvania Dutch
attitude I was born with. I never saw a penny I did not want to pick
up.
I can remember many a time at a checkout counter I was one or two
pennies short and had to break a $20 bill. You know what it is like to
break a $20 bill? So, I try to have a little backlog of pennies for
just such emergencies, hoping I will never need them.
Do not let this get around, but on my dresser in my bedroom is a jar
full of pennies. I found them here and there. One time I remember
finding 17 pennies on the ground in one spot. What a great day that
was.
My wife is always kidding me about this and when I am in some kind of
meditative mood, or so I want her to think I am, she will direct this
to me, “A penny for your thoughts!” I only look at her and smile, the
temptation is there because I can always use another penny and how many
thoughts are really worth a penny? Especially mine.
Then a strange thing happened. We were home watching the news when the
story of the day was somebody auctioned off a penny for 2 ½ million
dollars. If you do not think that got my attention! Just one penny
brought all that money.
I know right here I would sell all of my pennies for half that amount.
Anybody looking for a bargain? After all, I am not really greedy.
I looked at my wife, smiled broadly, and said, “A penny for your
thoughts!”
“Who,” she finally said in a disgusting sort of tone, “would pay 2 ½
million dollars for one penny?"
“I don't know,” I retorted, “but I know who would sell one for 2 ½
million dollars."
She glanced towards the bedroom where my pennies were at I said, “Don't
even think it.”
Then we both had a good laugh together.
As much as I appreciate pennies, I am not going to go crazy about their
value. I know a 2 ½ million dollar penny is old and has quite a bit of
history behind it, but it will be a long afternoon in the shower when
I'm going to believe it's worth that much money. Who in the world put
such a value on a thing like that?
I remember my father taking me to auctions and it always amazed me how
much people would pay for some things. They get so excited in the
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